Broken Stuff

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It seems like the last couple weeks is about broken stuff. Angie was rear ended on her way to work. The car is broken. The refrigerator also decided to croak. Trying to catch up, gain back lost ground. We have a new car, very similar to the rudely smashed up car. I had it shipped from Texas. Also have a new a new fridge and backup freezer and fridge. Spring is very sprung. The pollen seems worse that usual this year. In Atlanta we complain about the traffic and the pollen, neither one is really as bad as we say.

I am not going flying this weekend. I am taking it off. There sure is a lot to the notion of knowing your limits when you have a pilots license. Although there is a lot to go through to get your license there is a lot of trouble that can be found out there, for sure. I suppose that is what they want you to realize as part of the training.

My Blackberry croaked this week. It woke up dead. I went through 5 stages

  • 1.) Denial. It just didn't get charged, that's it.
  • 2.) Anger. It must have got dropped, shit. Who could have done that?
  • 3.) Bargaining. I will take the battery and the SIM card out, that'l fix it.
  • 4.) Depression. Shit, now what am I going to do. I need to check my schedule quick.
  • 5.) Acceptance. Heh. I don't feel that chain and that heavy weight around my neck, kinda feeelsss OKkkk.






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